| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine, The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join. |
| Alexander Pope | Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. |
| Alexander Pope | Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd. |
| Alexander Pope | Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine; The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join. |
| Alexander Pope | Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. |
| Alexander Pope | Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd. |
| Charles Dickens | Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. . . . . Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. |
| Philip James Bailey | For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay. |
| Thomas Moore | On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me? |
| William Cullen Bryant | The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love, The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. |
| John Milton | Direct The clasping ivy where to climb. |
| William Cowper | As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon. |
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